little time in lecce

literally in the "stiletto" of the big italian boot, girls don't get out of them down here but this post will be added to tomorrow with tales of our escapades at the foot of mt etna, tomorrow. for now my time on the free internet here is up and i have gelato to sample and food to cook for our wonderful host, good ol jenny langush ("cccccccccooooooooome on dooooooooooooooooown"). i welcome her to her cameo role in my blog

look forward to...
  • tales of bus drivers that refuse to tell you what stop you must get off at
  • never-ending siesta's and hyper talkative locals in the town of linguaglossa
  • public services that stop at 4pm
  • last minute dashes to ferries

all that and more, this time tomorrow!



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

whiskey, fish & chips, and the not-for-profit 'forest cafe' in edinburgh

the first two of these items are scottish and united kindom institutions respectively. the former, quite rightly, holds a much higher standing in my mind simply due to the relative quality of the whiskey industry as a whole. hundreds of whiskeys, regionally denominated - and some better than the other of course - offer value that far outweighs any of the pre deep-fried items one can purchase in a fish & chips shop. unfortunately one cannot live off whiskey and must succumb to the only reasonably priced food availible in the U.K: sandwhiches from the supermarket, or a pizza. lucky for me i am only out of the "home" briefly as i write from edinburgh for i have the privelage of a kitchen and a keen cook in the form of scarlet back glasgow way. have unfortunately had to leave her warm abode for a night in incredibly windy but spectacular edinburgh. i don't like going in for the comparisons but it is worthwhile throwing in a few notes about the differences between the ...
Read more

slovenia in retrospect

its easy to talk lovingly about a place when you are writing on a stomach full of home-cooked italian food (and especially so when it is that of the bianchi's!). yes, i am in italy and i understand why most italian men have a 'paunch' - otherwise known as a pot belly i write now in the sweet lethargy that arises from the combination of past exhaustion and present relaxation. after 3 packed days of sight-seeing and wonderful hospitaltiy in vienna we took an overnight train to bled overloaded like south-american packhorses with snacks ranging from fruit salad to practical 3-course meal sandwiches courtesy of our australian/viennese livnig host donna. 9 hours and 2 changes (including an accidental busride) later we arrived to a lake bled sunrise and a full hostel. the biggest stroke of luck turned into a double-hit when the australian couple who's hostel beds we usurped mentioned that they were heading to zagreb. lucy's face shod its sleepless gloom and opportunist...
Read more